Wow! His arms and shoulders had not looked that big this morning. And a hand full of the soft black hair was dusting the top of his T-shirt. His jeans...were form fitting and she noticed the muscles in his legs as he walked toward her. Whoa, she really must be tired, she was never going to get involved with men again and never wanted to notice this stuff again either. It was just stress.“Miss, where do you want me to put my things. I’d like to take a few minutes and wash up if you don’t. Damn. This fridge is really empty. Guess I have to actually cook something.I stand and back up into a rigid body right behind me. I gasp as his arms encircle my waist and pull my body tightly against his. I feel his breath on my neck. My legs squeeze together as I sense wetness between them. No. This can’t be happening. I don’t like this. My body shouldn’t like this.Sometimes I lie to myself to protect myself. This is one of those times.Truthfully I really like him but it’s so wrong to be with. I did actually drift off to sleep after dinner, but was awoken by Mounika kissing my cheek. "Hello sleeping beauty!" she joked. "I am going to get Shana ready for bed in a few minutes. I am just waiting for Priya and her to finish their game." I nodded and got up to go into her bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I then went back to the bedroom. Mounika was straightening up the room. I quietly snuck up on her and playfully pressed my naked damp body against her. . She was God’s gift to men but somehow that gift lost its tag. Heather Saffron ended up a lesbian much to the horror of any man who had the pleasure of looking upon her. Sure, it was a bit comforting to imagine her in bed with a woman, but we did the same with straight girls. According to the stories I’d heard, you could convince every straight girl in the world to experiment with a girl before you’d even manage to get Heather Saffron to think about a guy. The term unattainable was written in.